Eternity

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    Eternity
    My clammy hands rose to see
    The warm blisters
    Exploding with ice
    Slicing my nerves with an
    Agonizing pleasure that
    Threatens the fortress
    Of barbed wire that
    Protects my delicate pyre
    Whose jade green flame
    Floods this prison cell
    I’ve constructed from
    The lies that surround
    My quiet screams.
    My silent howl splinters
    The plank suspending
    The weight of my
    My dreams from tumbling
    Down this peak
    I’ve climbed with
    The harness of thorns
    Your tongue wrapped
    Around my wanting flesh.
    Your razor bladed eyes
    Split my feeling
    And turned my personal
    War inside out
    Transforming my voice
    Into an endless echo
    That slithers through my skull
    And devours its tail
    As I raise my hands
    Once more.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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